Tribe - Abort
TRIBE - Abort
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© 1991 Slash / Warner Brothers Records

Lyrics
1. Here At The Home
(Greg / Eric)
2. Easter Dinner
(Greg)
3. Abort
(Tribe)

Come on in now get warm
Don't bring yourself to harm
You know the light is always on

You could be home now between
Sheets that you know are clean
You know the light is always on

Be of good cheer now somehow
You can forget for now
You know your glass is always full

Down here at the home
Cooking/Eating

Now you've jumped in a whim
It's time you learned to swim
You know it's time you had a try

In a bad film you careen
Driven from scene to scene
You know the camera always rolls

Please don't complain it's plain
You have yourself to blame
You knew this would be suicide

Could it be so, oh no
Back in your bungalow
You know the light is always on

Down here at the home
Washing/Drying
Dusting/Mopping
Pruning/Weeding your yard

Won't you try to come down
They all said they'd be here
You know you've been to every gathering
Stretching out the years

You haven't said anything at all
Just a photo on the wall

you could be
you can see

You can't cut, I cannot bleed
Relieved to see my dreams recede

Finally going now waving goodbye

I keep asking them why
It's so much warmer this year
The people in the house across the street have moved away
Had I said that the stove needs repair?

Finally going now waving goodbye
As if you hoped to find me paralysed in record time
Clinging to life well I'm not blind

Won't you try to come down they all said they'd be here
you know you've been to every gathering stretching out the
years it's the least you could do you could come down once or
twice or three times a year it just seems like the least you
could do the least you could do

You haven't said anything at all
You haven't said anything at all

Just a photo on the wall
Just a photo on the wall

Yesterday I was thinking
It's a good time to change
Progress the future
It's happening it's ok

One day like another
Something to mend
It's tempting to press on
When will I reach the end

Sometimes evenings
Problems two-fold
I know how to solve them
Why go overboard

It's big it's scary
It's been done before
I'm moving still moving -------moving
What of it

4. Rescue Me
(Janet / Eric / Terri) Vocal: Terri
5. Joyride (I Saw The Film)
(Greg)
6. Payphone
(Terri / Eric)

He knows how to make me feel tragedy
He's crafty
He senses many ways to quiet me
He's clever

Hurry up, hurry up he's calling
He's waiting for me down there
Hurry up, hurry up he's calling
He cannot wait to tell me

I will rescue you

He does not accept my reasoning
He's angry
He suspects his charms are failing him
He's anxious

Hurry up, hurry up he's calling
He's learned a perfect rhythm
Let me in, let me in he's sorry
He's sure I'll swoon when I hear him

I saw the film said that's the life for me
Forsake the mundane for some instability
So sue me
Now you're hiding upstairs
And now I'm not so sure
What is all this for?

Haven't got a lot to say have you have you
Oh you've done it now haven't you haven't you
How many times I didn't unfold you
Look at your face I hardly know you
Oh I'm in it now up to eyebrow
Oh I've done it now haven't I
Oh me thinking you'd be my joyride
I'll be lucky just to survive

I read the book I thought that it meant me
Your feverish vision of exquisite misery
It threw me
Now I'm in free fall
I'm empty as a bottle that you can see through
What am I to do?

I've had my fill
I feel that chill
I'm tired

You're still not home it caught me by surprise
It's a telltale odor I almost recognize
And I can hardly see
The pupils in your eyes
Now I realize

Time's a mister crime's a mister
Mister right is sex and shelter
Sam says fists can make him feel like magic
Sam says bitch let Sam devour

The songs they seem so real
See the songs they speak to him
See the songs fists sinking, says he's sorry

Tears just only make the weak seem weaker
Sam says weak ones are the only ones to fight
Sam says sex is black and blue assault
And that salt makes better all the ladies

The songs they calm him down
See the songs they make a dove from a hound
See the songs can make even Sam sound sad

Down, down

Is this it?
Says his voice to the face in the payphone
And the face she seldom speaks, seldom lies
Says the face into the payphone
And the face she seldom speaks, seldom lies
Oh damn you killed our summer
And the weather seldom clears
Sam says baby let's be bygones
But the face she seldom hears, seldom heals
Sam a purty song you're not

7. Daddy's Home
(Terri)
8. Jakpot
(Greg)
9. Serenade
(Terri)

When he's not home
Means we move around as we please
But when he gets home the blood that's in my head will
freeze

A big bottle's empty
Another one is still full
And when that's all gone someone's sure to get it
in the end

And when he's home he's home it's not a home
It's just a madhouse anyway

It's two o'clock
Mom says we can stay home again
But at six o'clock we'd rather be at school
again

A hand looms higher
Than a little face, it's 'cause
He knows this child wishes he wasn't here
today

Ticket in my hand I'm waiting
Thinking this will be the time
Imagine it will all be mine
Far away I'll drink and dine
Spend the night in cities open all the time
My eyes will shine

All in all I can't pretend
It would be wise to try my luck again

Deep inside I'm smiling just because I know
Uncle Sam he runs an honest show

All in all I can't pretend
It would be wise to try my luck again

The jakpot's up it's up again
It towers over mortal men
And just to think that if I win
I could alter who I am
And I know that in the end
If I don't win I'll try again
And I feel good I'm doing my share
The profits go to Medicare
And I'll be standing here in line
Spend my money bide my time
The jakpot's up it's up again
I can cash in I can still win

I am painting here with the lights off
Making swirls with the paintbrush
You say-what could this be of?
We're laughing, neighbors they make fuss

Then you serenade me
Lucky lucky me

You are lagging behind in the dark wood
I turn, retrace all my footsteps
You leap out from a tall tree
I jump, a plot just to kiss me

I am waiting still as the nights are
Listening, practice your guitar
Watching all of the sky's stars
Listening, practice your guitar

10. Tied
(Terri)
11. Outside
(Greg)
12. Vigil
(Janet / Terri)

Well look who isn't here, didn't say good-bye
All that leaves is us without so much as a good reason why
And guess who isn't here, can you believe that guy?
A promise to him is like a million other lies

How long have we waited here, and who has the time
We can't sit and wait, we will feel like we were left behind
Was he so great a man, didn't say good-bye
Good riddance to him like this Armageddon

I'm tied to him
Like sea to sky
And I'm torn

Tell me where's the sea go
In a blue sky
Tell me where does he go
In a blue sky

What's that you're saying there, do you think I'm blind?
I know what you think, you think I fell for him like quite a find
Well that's not it at all, no I'm just fine
It's you I'm sorry for, with your scheming little minds

Through the windshield, on the footbridge
They cling to each other at the close of day
They've not a care for the crush of traffic
Their captive audience, they say

Look we've each other
What more could we ask for
We're right where we want to be
We're right where we want to be

And my heart skips and I twist a little
And the light's green and I drive away

I think who knows
What it is what it might be
I know anything goes
I've been there don't remind me

All kinds of twisted thoughts
Swirling through her head
She's already wondering about the baby
And look at him, watch his eyes
Who knows could be
He's already gone for the weekend in his mind

So here I am
Looking around
In all directions
The wave inside

All on my own
Sun is shining
And now I feel
I'll stop my crying


So here I am
Looking around
Everything's moving
In all directions
The wave inside
The wave inside

All on my own
Hard rain driving
Bright light flashing
And now I feel
And now I feel
I'll hide my smile

Tossing and turning as your sheets wrap around you
And your breathing is peaceful but you sleep is unsettling
Slowly and steadily your memories start spinning 'round
And you try hard to follow you will want to remember

The breeze moves the curtains as it passes across your arms
And you stir as it passes but you can't really feel it now
Something is different the colors are shimmering
And your breathing gets quicker and your arms start to stiffen

You know that you're sleeping and you're sure that you're sleeping
Under certain conditions this could be terrifying
Movement and quality are somehow in harmony
And you might like to linger but you're feeling kinetic

Produced by Chris Sheldon / Gil Norton
Recorded and mixed at Blue Jay Recording Studio, Carlisle, MA (Jan-Feb, 1991). Engineered and mixed by Chris Sheldon. Assistant Engineers: Mark Wessel and Dave Kirkpatrick. Mastered by Bob Ludwig at Masterdisk, New York, NY Additional Percussion: Ben Wittman

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